Driftwood

Lord, grant me cunning-wit,
As I hang from
this Gallows-Tree called “Life”;
the thorns of experience
pierce my flesh,
Crowning me “Human”.

Sorrow rebuild me,
and Love may you temper my actions;
As wild-winds Fury
course through my veins,
Mercy direct my course.

My Existence built upon
the sweet ashes of Toil
Breath’s softly-searing promise
taken at whim,
gifted once again,
when All seems lost.

I am weeping embodied,
I am Joy hidden in yearning,
I am the Hope of my ancestors,
I am the pact of the Gods,
I am Human.

(Dedicated to T & V)

 

Flags, Flax & Fodder,

Ulric “Gestumblindi” Goding

Níwe Dæg – Níwe Léoht – Níwe Hopan 

Tanist of the Clan of Tubal Cain

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  1. Chris says:

    Superb ……. 🙂

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